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Our son lives in a trilingual household—and we wouldn’t have it any other way

In Family, Lifestyle, motherhood, Relationships, travel on November 24, 2019 at 06:00
This article first appeared on Mother.ly. Grateful for the opportunity!

By Laura Sgroi

I always knew I would marry someone from another culture. Growing up in the Dominican Republic and then moving to Miami in my early 20s, I was curious and attracted by looks, accents and customs different than mine. I started studying English when I was six and added Italian classes at age 16, so marriage was still far from my mind, but little did I know that becoming trilingual would definitely mark my life and my family’s when the right time arrived.

My husband is Italian, born and raised in Palermo, Sicily. When we started dating, I was excited to learn that he had two of my non-negotiable musts in a guy: He could speak Spanish with my parents and he could dance merengue! Bingo!

Shortly after we got married ten years ago, we started daydreaming about our future mixed kids. We could almost see and hear our child running free and jumping for joy around us. Beyond any gender or looks, all I wanted was a healthy, happy and wholly baby.

Photo by the talented Eva Hart

Our son is now 2 years old. I gave birth with my Italian husband-become-doula reminding me to breathe and push in Spanish, my Puerto Rican ob-gyn coaching me with his Boricua accent, and three nurses—Indian, British, and Cuban—all cheering me on in their own version of English.

The moment my son was born, I just remember telling him: “I love you! I love you! I love you!” A hundred times. English was the language that I heard myself speaking to him.

Even before he was born, we were spontaneously and intentionally looking for ways to include our cultures in his life. We debated between names that had the same spelling and pronunciation in Spanish, English and Italian. We asked his grandmothers to bring children’s books from home so they could read to him in the only language they speak. We included multilingual toys in our baby shower registry and started talking and singing lullabies in my native Spanish and Daddy’s Italian when he was in the womb.

Even though we often sound like an episode of Dora the Explorer, I do my best to only speak Spanish at home, and his dad speaks Italian to him 100% of the time. He loves pasta, maduros, and pancakes.

When it was time to look for a preschool, diversity was our number one priority. We chose a Montessori school where he is now learning English as a third language and where we thoughtfully share traditional desserts from our homelands when we are invited to potlucks.

When he is out of school and we have run out of ideas, I admit that he watches and dances to merengue videos on YouTube, and loves them. As a result, our boy is now growing up trilingual in the United States, in a multicultural environment filled with all Latinx experiences.

His favorite! I don’t know why!

At the same time, I like to acknowledge and celebrate the fact that he was born in the United States. I make a point of having a traditional menu for Thanksgiving dinner even though none of us enjoys turkey that much.

We alternate our holiday travel between the Dominican Republic and Italy every year, and no matter where we are, he gets gifts from El Niño Jesús and Santa Claus on Christmas and then from La Befana (the old woman bearing gifts from Italian folklore) and Los Reyes Magos (the Three Magic Kings) on January 6th.

He made me feel proud when he came back from camp this summer holding a red, white and blue boat while jumping and screaming, “Our flag!” on the days leading up to the Fourth of July. And on the Fourth, he surprised us by lying on the grass to enjoy the fireworks, making us feel grateful for him and for this land that we call home.

Being a Latinx parent in the US today is a blessing and challenge at once. As an immigrant, I am aware of how fortunate I am to be able to raise my child with all the benefits this country offers, while still embracing my roots. Every day I challenge myself to keep growing, to become a better citizen and to be more visible so that we continue to break stereotypes and defy statistics.

Most of all, I want my little one to be free to express himself, to see the world and appreciate all the colors, rhythms and flavors beyond our own.

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World Breastfeeding Week

In Family, Health, Lifestyle, motherhood, News, wellness on August 5, 2019 at 09:00

World Breastfeeding Week is celebrated every year from August 1st to 7th to encourage breastfeeding and improve the health of babies around the world.

If you can do it, please do it. Try as hard as you can and for as long as you can. Or pump and feed your breastmilk to your baby. The benefits are infinite for both, you and your baby. 


I have been breastfeeding for 23 months and counting. A part of me wants to stop in the next few weeks, a part of me would do it for as long as my baby wants to. 

Along with the time and patience that it takes, some daily food staples that have helped me:

-Mother’s Milk ® -Traditional Medicinals Tea

-Oatmeal

-Almonds

-Avocados

-Milk

-Drinking water


If you can do it, please do it. If not, choose the best organic formula. Do your best for your baby and for yourself. Every little drop counts.


#WBW #NBM #LiveLoveLatch #normalizebreastfeeding

Unforgettable photos by the talented @isisantana.photography

P.S.: Have you read our post about fertility and my message of hope? And the one about what it takes to be a working mother? Check them out and please let us know your thoughts!

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Give The Gift of Education

In Contributors, Family, Giving Back=Paying It Forward, Lifestyle, motherhood, News, travel on June 10, 2019 at 15:34

By Gea Schmid

Hi!

I’m Gea Schmid. I live in a rural community in Northern Nicaragua with my husband and 2-year-old daughter. We are a one-hour drive from the closest urban town with grocery stores and adequate schools. Our community is in great need of quality education for all ages. This Learning Center will benefit the local Nicaraguans who desire English classes, foreign visitors/residents who want to learn Spanish and families who want to provide an adequate education for their young children.

Due to the current political crisis in Nicaragua, one of the housing developments in our community, called Azul, has seen a dramatic decline in activity. What was a lively and promising development is now a neglected space with a quickly-decaying yoga platform. This vacant building has great potential to be transformed into a Learning Center offering superior education to empower and educate our community in need. 

I am organizing this campaign to raise money to fund a Learning Center for the community. The initial funds raised will be used to convert the building from a yoga platform into a proper classroom setting. The majority of the funds will be used to pay the qualified teachers we hire to work in the center. By employing a well-educated staff we can improve the quality of life in our community. I will withdrawal the funds as needed for the various expenses itemized below.

During the first year of operation, I will lead monthly advisory board meetings to monitor the interest and progress of the Learning Center. The goal for the future is to be a sustainable center in the community for years to come. We just need a little help getting things off the ground! Please consider donating here.

I am donating my time and efforts to spearhead and ready the space, hire staff and direct operations. We have already received the approval from Azul who has kindly donated the space rent-free to us for one year. Now we need external funding so that classes can start on August 5th, 2019.

 

Our first step is to fumigate the space for termites, ants and bats. Then, we will have a local carpenter add temporary walls, screens and a front door. After a deep cleaning, it can then be transformed into a classroom with tables, chairs bookshelves and curriculum materials. In the mean time, we will be interviewing applicants for the available positions and enrolling students.

Below you will find a list with the estimated initial start up costs and operating costs for one year.

Who else in your network could help? Please share this fundraiser with your family, friends and colleagues, thank you for your time, and check back here to see our progress! 

Structure Set-UP
Wood, Screen, Front Door, Labor, Cleaning & Fumigation $1250.00


Furniture for Classroom
Children Size Tables 4 X $25 $100
Children Chairs 16 X $10$160
Book Shelves 4 X $50 $200
File Folders/Hanging Folders 1 X $15$15
Folding Adult Chairs 25 x $17$425
Folding Adult Tables 4 x $60$240
Drawer Organizer 1 x $44$44
Storage containers 2 x $30$60
Filing cabinet 1 x $92$92
White board 1 x $40$40
Total$1376


Facility Supplies 
Mop, bucket, broom, cleaning supplies, cleaning towels, trash cans, stools etc$175.00


Ongoing Expenses 12 months 
Water, electricity, facility supplies$1680.00


Employee salaries for 12 months 
Facilities Cleaner, English & Spanish Teacher, Tutor and Teachers Aid$6336.00


Head Teacher salary for 12 months (preschool/kindergarten/curriculum operations)$6000.00


Total$16817.00

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National Infertility Awareness Week: A Message of Hope

In Family, Giving Back=Paying It Forward, Health, Lifestyle, motherhood, News, Relationships, wellness on April 25, 2019 at 11:05

By Laura Sgroi

When I was 32, my already short cycle became even shorter out of nowhere. I had always experienced 21-day cycles with heavy bleeding at the beginning. I got my period at age nine, when a visit to the endocrinologist confirmed that my body was about three years ahead of my actual age. The solution back then? Medroxyprogesterone to help balance out the estrogen. But now I was bleeding just two weeks after my last period. I’d never experience a cycle this short. What was going on?

Dr. E, my gynecologist, did an ultrasound to determine if I had PCOS[1]. After finding nothing, she sent me home with a million-times-photocopied chart to track my cycle. That didn’t help. A few months later, I went to my trustworthy and dedicated endocrinologist, Dr. B, and after telling her the story, she couldn’t believe my gyn had not ordered lab tests to check my hormone levels. I couldn’t believe that either. Dr. B ordered new lab work, which showed that the abnormal bleeding was caused by low progesterone and high estrogen, a condition called estrogen dominance. She told me it was “easy to fix” with synthetic hormone pills, the same pills prescribed decades earlier by my doctor in Santo Domingo.

Thanks. But no, thanks.

It kept happening every other month–I thought maybe one ovary was having the problem. It had been a year of suffering with this hormonal balance.

I spent a year with those first two doctors and my own research, before finally deciding to take a more natural approach. A Naturopathic way to be clear, with an integrative gynecologist who prescribed bio-identical hormones and advertised in “Natural Awakenings,” the free magazine at the entrance to Whole Foods, which I’m not proud to say I pretty much blindly trust. I knew this approach would take longer, and I didn’t know if it would work, but somewhere inside me I felt that it was the right choice and that I had time. I was not necessarily trying to get pregnant anytime soon.

I went to pick up my medical records at Dr. E’s office, my old gyn. The girl behind the front desk window knew I was about to change doctors.

“Where are you going?” she whispered.

“I’m going to Dr. M.,” I told her, “because they use bio-identical hormones and I want to fix my hormones so I can start trying to have a baby.”

“She won’t be able to help you, even if they treat you with bio-identical hormones. Go to this place,” she said, handing me a business card from a center for fertility and genetics.

I thanked her, hugged her, and walked to my car in tears. As soon as I had the breath to speak, I called and booked the soonest appointment available. Their lead doctor didn’t have any openings for weeks, but they offered me their female doctor, Dr. K.

The Coral Gables office was upscale and modern–white, silver, accented with orchids. Dr.K was beautiful and extremely sweet. She asked me about my background, my marriage, my career, my blog, my health history, and did an ultrasound before ordering dozens of tests. “Everything looks good,” she said in her thick Turkish accent, rubbing the ultrasound wand over my pelvis with the help of cold gel. “Except that for your age, I don’t see enough eggs.”

That didn’t worry me much at the moment. I went for all the tests and came back to see her again. My Anti-Mullerian hormone (AMH) was 0.03 (a normal reading for a woman ten years older than me) and my Follicle-Stimulating hormone (FSH) was 31 (Panic high is 21). Dr. K’s suspicions were right: I had diminished ovarian reserve. Ultra low progesterone and high estrogen were another issue, just as the first labs results showed. My adrenals were not functioning well either. My husband Claudio had also been tested and his results showed low sperm morphology as a large percentage of men in their thirties. Luckily for them, men renew their sperm every ninety days, therefore with some lifestyle adjustments (multi-vitamin, smoking/drinking less, they can  improve their fertility.

I broke into tears. All the reasons why I had delayed pregnancy started rushing through my head: uncertainty and lack of stability in my marriage, the cost of health insurance, working like crazy to save up enough money, stepping on a tack the night before leaving Nicaragua, Zika (trying to conceive in the times of Zika sounds like the title of a Gabriel García Márquez novel). Sobbing, I wondered if I would ever be able to get pregnant.

Dr. K handed me a box of Kleenex. “I will hold your hand until you get pregnant,” she said. It was as if she’d heard the question in my mind. She wrote on her small yellow pad, explaining the different options available: First, two months of timed intercourse. If that didn’t work, we should try IUI, and our last option would be egg donors. IVF wouldn’t be a successful option for me.

She asked the nurse to lead me to a private room where I could cry alone until I felt better. She ordered some tests for my husband, Claudio, and then said, “You should be writing about this.”

I went home devastated. Once again, I had to take charge of my health, my healing and ultimately, my fertility. I knew every month was an opportunity and I only needed one egg. I started Googling everything I could do to fight those results. I found invaluable tips and resources specific to my situation: probiotics, acupuncture, yoga, massage therapy, supplements, all kinds of foods and seeding for fertility. A dear friend recommended health coach Beth Hill. I contacted her and we agreed to trade coaching practice hours as we were both finishing our coaching programs. Beth took the time to go over my case, and gave me helpful advice ranging from nutrition tips to relaxation techniques. She inspired me to try new foods and helped me become more mindful about grocery shopping, meal planning, and time management. Her flexibility and understanding made our sessions possible, despite the challenges of my ever-changing schedule. Our work continued during a five-country tour with a rock band in South America when I was sleep deprived, out of my routine, and attempting to adapt my fertility diet to what I could find at Latin American markets and restaurants. I always carried a suitcase full of supplements.

The most amazing thing happened. Four months after we started our program, with the aid of timed-intercourse, faith and divine mercy, I was able to conceive naturally. As my prenatal yoga teacher would say: “My baby and I are happy, healthy and whole.” I even got the bonus of an extremely “fast and easy” childbirth. Thank God.

Photo by: Isis Santana Photography

With the thorough diagnosis of Dr. K, the help and guidance of my health and wellness coach Beth, and a positive mindset, I embarked on a mindful journey to health–and received the gift of a lifetime. As a message of hope, no matter where you are in your health or fertility journey, please know that anything is possible. My baby and I are living proof.


[1] Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome

Note: This post is an adapted excerpt from our upcoming book, ‘In Our Thirties’. I would appreciate your constructive feedback. Stay tuned for the launch!

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What Could You Buy Today that Will Make Your 2019 Better?

In Career, coaching, En Español, Entrepreneurs, Family, Finances, Health, Lifestyle, motherhood, News, Relationships, Spirituality, travel, wellness on November 23, 2018 at 15:49

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What could you buy today that will make your 2019 better for you and the ones around you?

A Vision Board Party/Workshop reservation!

Our first Black Friday Weekend Sale ever starts now!

20% OFF when you book your private Vision Board Party/Workshop by November 26th!

You choose the date and location in Miami, FL!

Tag your friends and DM for details!

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¿Qué podrías comprar hoy que hará tu 2019 un año mejor para ti y las personas a tu alrededor?

¡Una reservación para una Fiesta/Taller de Murales de Visión!

¡Nuestra primera venta de Viernes Negro comienza ahora!

¡20% de descuento cuando reservas tu Fiesta o Taller privado para elaborar tu Mural de Visión para el 2019 antes del lunes 26 de noviembre! Tú eliges la fecha y el lugar en Miami, FL;)

¡Etiqueta a los amigos que quieres que te acompañen y envíame un mensaje privado con tu reservación! ¡Te espero!

Tu coach,

Laura

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It Takes a Village

In Career, coaching, Entrepreneurs, Family, Lifestyle, motherhood, Relationships on September 10, 2018 at 15:43

By Laura Sgroi

I have always loved being around of people. I enjoy chosen solitude and the silence and focus resulting from isolation, but I thrive in company.

In my thirties, I have confirmed that once again. From the support received on this blog/book project since day one to my most recent endeavors, the people around me have been vital in each case.

One of the best examples is going back to work now that I am a mom.

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Any mom will tell you that your career takes on all kinds of new challenges once you’re balancing it with raising a child.

After having my first baby, I gave myself an average time for maternity leave (USA, we need to work on that asap) and pursued the opportunity to get back to work. I started pushing 4-month old Luca in a stroller to meetings, group coaching and events locally and away from home, even abroad. My sister Amy has held him while I have gotten my hair and nails done by the Nica ladies at the Spa in Miami Shores for my first Vision Board Workshop as a coach.

While I am building my public speaking and coaching career, my days in entertainment aren’t completely over (when work calls, I answer)–but they are different. I have been self-employed working as a TV & Events production management freelancer for sixteen years.

The first production gig was an eye-opening experience. I chose an “easy” show. Pre-production from home, pushed the stroller to an information talk during a volunteer recruiting event at a college close to home and then prepared to leave my baby (3 days shy of turning 4 months) with my sister, whose wonderful boss gave her a day off so she could take care of him.

I left breast milk, three different brands of milk formulas, multiple bottles and nipples, clothes, diapers, wipes, toys, and instructions including local police contact info. As I drove to the venue, I was surprised to feel so at peace leaving my child for the first time. I knew he was in great hands.

I arrived a few minutes late (working on that, can’t even blame the child) and started rolling. Only a couple hours had passed when I got a text from my sister. She asked me to come back home and pick them up because my son didn’t want to take the bottle. I told the closest members of the team that I had to step out, took one hour to drive back home, fed him, and then drove them back with me for another hour (luckily Miami’s lovely traffic had not officially started at that time, but the event was on the opposite side of the city).

That was only the beginning of three long days of work with my child onsite. My sister stayed in a dressing room with no windows or electronics for two, 10+ hours days, babysitting her nephew so I could make some money. My husband came on the third day and did the same.

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So many things are still going through my head about that experience: For brief moments, I felt like an actress with my family entourage on set, breastfeeding during taping breaks. I felt grateful to have the support and flexibility of my blood and work families to do that. I felt sad and frustrated for the millions of women who don’t have access to childcare (or elderly care), which takes away their financial freedom and keeps them out of the workforce and even society. We need to be intentional and active about this.

“It takes a village to raise a child”. Yes, it does. It takes a family, a community, and a village. And I am beyond blessed to have it all while I keep working to find and nurture you, my tribe.

Thank You All.

Grateful,

Laura

Note: This post is an adapted excerpt from our upcoming book, ‘In Our Thirties’. I would appreciate your constructive feedback. Stay tuned for the launch!

Photo credits:

1st photo by: Isis Santana Photography

2nd photo by a dear production colleague

Meet My Health Coach Beth Hill and her Project Healthy Body

In Career, coaching, Entrepreneurs, Family, Giving Back=Paying It Forward, Health, Lifestyle, motherhood, News, wellness on August 11, 2018 at 08:40

As a life and business coach, it’s my duty to not disclose any information obtained during the course of the coaching relationship without the express permission of the client. But I reserve the right to brag about their success!

My first coaching client: Beth Hill, Certified Holistic Health Coach

My first coaching client: Beth Hill, Certified Holistic Health Coach

Beth Hill is a Certified Holistic Health Coach and she was my first steady client while she was launching her business. My first coachee ever. She will always have a special place in my heart because of that, and also because of how much she helped ME.

I was struggling with a hormonal imbalance for over a year, and after seeing three different doctors, I did not know what else I could try (more on that soon). I started working with Beth remotely; she took the time to go over my health history, and started giving me valuable advice from nutrition to relaxation techniques. She inspired me to try some new things and helped me become more mindful about my lifestyle & habits from grocery shopping to meal planning and time management. Her flexibility and understanding made our sessions possible within my ever-changing schedule. I am thrilled to share with you that my hormones are now under control and I was able to conceive naturally four months after we started our program. Beth then helped me with my pregnancy nutrition and I will be forever thankful for this gift of a lifetime.

This why I trust her and I am happy to share her with you. She is now a team member of the Project Healthy Body: A five-month journey toward discovering the healthiest YOU! On weekly calls, they will talk about whole, real foods, hydration and movement, but more importantly, they will explore self-care, self-love, body acceptance, gratitude and being present and showing up to live your best life.

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Project Healthy Body is about designing a foundation that will carry you through a healthy life filled with energy and vitality. It is rooted in self-love, healthy lifestyle choices, resilience, gratitude, education, and a growth mindset.

The ideal Project Healthy Body participant is someone who is ready to break-up with the scale, never diet again, and who simply wants to feel and look better! They are looking for women who have decided their current circumstances are no longer acceptable, and they are motivated and inspired to be the best version of themselves.

Is that you?

If yes, please contact Beth at beth@projecthealthybody.com. They have only one spot left!

Cheers to your health!

Laura

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Now That I Am a Mom

In Family, Lifestyle, motherhood, News, Relationships on May 13, 2018 at 10:19

You gave a full agenda, playlist and decor to our house with your name

Changed the kind and content of the bottles on our counter space

My best ideas come to me in front of your changing table instead of my writing desk

I nurse while listening to audiobooks knowing at heart that you will inspire me and teach me more than them

I am still the same

I just love you, son

Now that you have lost your hair and grown it again

Your eyebrows and eyelashes have become thicker while my love for you grows fonder

Your round eyes look at me saying: “I count on you”

Yes, you can my dear

I am still the same

I just love you, son

You are the greatest gift

That arrived just in time

You are such a great addition to our lives

We share a birth date and a birth time,

and with the help of God, we will share the ride of a lifetime.

They cut the plastic bracelets in our wrists, removed your LoJack, and it felt like opening a gift,

taking the plastic off the seats of a new car, no road map or manual though.

I can’t still differentiate between a burp cloth and a wash cloth.

I wear a Boppy pillow like a lifesaver because it is, just like that NoseFrida has become a source of bliss

You have filled our hearts, our home and our cellphones with your smile and that look in your eyes.

Oh, those eyes!

I am still the same

I just love you, son

As Grandpa said:

The desire to be your mother became a painting brush, and here you are, my masterpiece.

I love you, son.

Blessed to be a Mom by the mercy of God,

Laura

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De Financista a Maquillista

In Beauty, Blogging, Career, Contributors, En Español, Entrepreneurs, Family, Finances, Lifestyle, News on April 16, 2018 at 11:00

Por Fharas Sandoval

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Ya sabía que perder el sueño por varios días seguidos era o una MUY buena señal o una MUY mala señal. ¡Mi cabeza no paraba! Conocía, como a las pecas de mis rostros (que son muchas), el binomio riesgo-rentabilidad. El primero me seducía (¡traviesa al fin!) y la rentabilidad… para alguien que creía haberlo perdido todo, poco importaba.

Para ese momento, dos amigas con las que tenía negocios menores, me sugirieron probar suerte con aquellas “habilidades” que ambas habían notado en mi, a lo que accedí sólo por mantenerme ocupada y no porque creyera que ese fuera a ser mi destino, imagínate tú… Fharas maquillando o, peor aún, depilando!

La formación que recibí fue básicamente ser organizada, disciplinada, fuerte y constante; que debía estudiar y hacerme de una profesión. Que debía casarme y formar un hogar; conseguir y mantener un trabajo digno que me ayudara a tener una vida “decente” y criar mis hijos. Todo en ese orden (ojalá pudieran ver mi cara de burla mientras escribo, todavía no me lo creo). La educación profesional (en la universidad) estuvo orientada hacia la calidad y el servicio al cliente. Rápidamente mis profesores de grado notaron en mí ciertas fortalezas, y tuvieron gracias a Dios, el detalle de señalarme que tenía esas cualidades y que si las trabajaba podía escalar profesionalmente. Lo que entendí y aproveché sin problemas (¿quién quiere ser promedio cuando puede ser sobresaliente?). Siendo brutalmente sincera, donde yo llegaba y no había oportunidades las fabricaba, y donde no podía fabricarlas no me quedaba. Así de agresiva fui en todos los empleos. Y claro está, esa actitud no era bien vista por mis colegas y en ocasiones abiertamente rechazada por mis superiores. Lo que a la verdad me valía !@#*. Tuve muchos roces y malos entendidos con mis compañeros de trabajo, de lo que aprendí que ser buena es bueno y ser “la mejor” es malo.

Me eduqué y me re-eduqué. Me abrí paso profesionalmente, siendo madre soltera, ambiciosa y comprometida en una sociedad que te crucifica por ser una de las tres, yo era las tres. No puedo negar que recibí muy buenas oportunidades; logré hacerme una alta ejecutiva en un grupo empresarial de renombre y pasé a ser “Doña Fharas” (@#%!). Mi vida giraba en torno a reuniones de staff, compromisos sociales de trabajo y modelos financieros del tamaño del universo que debía memorizar y mantener en positivo. Tampoco era extraño recibir una llamada a deshoras con la pregunta “¿cómo está el ROI?

De pronto una mañana abrí los ojos y estaba en casa. Con pareja, con hijos, con una mascota y SIN trabajo. ¡Una profesional como yo! Y mi único pensamiento, ante las escasas probabilidades de reinserción laboral en aquella situación (había perdido el trabajo y quedado embarazada casi al otro día), era que bajo ninguna circunstancia ese iba a ser el final. En varias ocasiones me ofrecieron trabajo, algunos los acepté, pero la vida insistía en devolverme al “calor del hogar”, que para mí era más bien una especie de hoguera infernal que me quemaba despiadadamente.

Aprendí a valorar el tiempo de la familia, aprendí a amar el tiempo para mí. Puse en práctica cosas que sabía muy bien hacer pero que odiaba, como cocinar y pertenecer a club de padres del colegio de mis hijos y hasta eso empecé a valorar. Y mientras esto pasaba, mi verdadero yo envuelto en un impetuoso aire de “emprendedora” secuestraba una habitación en mi apartamento y lo convertía en un conato  de estudio de depilación y maquillaje. Como buena financista recorté gastos y los invertí en “el proyecto”. Anoté todo en varias libretas de papel, abrí redes sociales, volví a la escuela esta vez para educarme en el área, contacté personas importantes de la industria y de buenas a primeras estaba otra vez abriéndome paso, fabricando oportunidades y dónde no podía fabricarlas usé la creatividad (que tampoco sabía que tenía), puse todo el empeño y amor en el nuevo reto y triunfé. Quiero que sepan que en este proceso el apoyo de mis familiares y amigos fue prácticamente NINGUNO (sacando a mi suegra y a mi amiga Pamela). Nadie de mis allegados venía por mis servicios, ¡si lo hacían querían que fuera gratis! A penas me recomendaban… Algo que me parecía insólito, pero igual no me detuvo. Demasiado ambiciosa para distraerme. El  enfoque es clave para un emprendedor. Hoy puedo decir que mi clientela y seguidores son 100% orgánicos, ¡gracias sólo a Fharas!

A poco más de tres años de haberme lanzado en la industria de la belleza y sin traumas, he logrado mantener 41 clientes fijos (de los cuáles el 30% son extranjeros), un promedio de 5.3 nuevos clientes por mes y una reputación de excelencia y calidad en los servicios provistos de un 86%. Créanme, ¡estos números son excelentes! Para haber empezado desde cero y sobrevivido al intento, esto me basta para NO detenerme y seguir (¡la ambición no tiene límites!) Y sé que en el juego de la vida la apuesta siempre es a mí.¿Apuestas?

Besos,

Fha

Sobre Fharas: …Financiera de profesión, maquilladora por vocación, emprendedora por necesidad…

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Ode to a Friend

In Family, Health, Lifestyle, News, Relationships, Spirituality, travel, Videos on April 7, 2018 at 20:41

“To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.”

– Theophile Gautier

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A month ago, I lost my dear friend Leana. One of the most caring and smartest beings that I have ever had the honor to be friends and work with. I used to call her my consultant, she was my hotel roommate, my travel pal, my partner in crime, my neighbor, my favorite Nica, my light warrior, and much more. She made me her sidekick in endless adventures, and I will be forever grateful for that and for everything I  enjoyed and learned from her.

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Leanita became my family and made me part of hers. She opened her house to us the same way she opened her heart, with no reservations. We enjoyed our friendship to the max, since day one. She was an amazing, fun, thoughtful friend.

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As my other dear friends Melissa and Ana said: “She was loved, valued, and respected”. An inspiration to everybody around her. She taught me valuable lessons of love and integrity until the end: Loving her was respecting her. She knew that I felt both for her. Quoting Theophile Gautier above: I loved her with all my mind and admired her with all my heart. She knew that, and so did our families, friends, colleagues and clients.

She will always live in me. Her smile, her laugh, her professionalism, her passion for the entertainment industry, her respect for the craft, her style, her wit and wisdom. She will live attached to my heart like the beautiful orchids she gave me once for my birthday, now blooming in my patio attached to the mango tree.

I will always love you my friend. Thanks for sharing it all.

Tu Laurita

P. S. : This song is for you:

Know you are loved

Rest in peace

Dream your sweet dreams

“Til your soul is released

Beloved Child

My heart is yours

Beloved Child

Go out and open doors

With your love

With your faith

With your compassion

With your grace

Oh, with your grace

Beloved Child

Go out, spread light to the world

Be strong,

be kind,

be brave

 

 

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